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Originally Posted by Carpe Diem

And the "sing songy" manner in which it is all said. I miss that.

I was born in Pottsville (home of Yuengling) and had fun at Angela Park many times. We fit eight kids in the car and drove up from Tamaqua. We had our eyes out for the "staties" (State Police) and everyone would duck if we saw one. Every morning, a bunch of us walked out to the coal mines, swam in "strippin' holes" (strip coal mines filled with water), built tree forts, hunted chippies with bb guns and looked for fossils. We snuck tools out of our parents sheds and as 10 year olds would find a small vein near the surface and tried to start a kids coal mining company. Wandered back into town late in the day. The scarred terrain of the strip mines was paradise to us.

Polish weddings and accordians were great. "In heaven there is no beer."


I haven't lived in PA for 30 years, but the VERY FIRST people I met at the Villages were from Pottsville (they were in a Penn State golf cart parade). I thought to myself, "nobody ever gets out of Pottsville!!!" We bought our house at the Villages six days into our first visit. We signed the documents and thought, "what have we done?" We walked out of the sales center and sat down in Sumter Square. It was Oktoberfest. I had a Yuengling in my hand and the first song the band played was, "In heaven there is no beer."

I knew we made the right decision.

Great Post!!